literally-death

Everyday gets a little harder 

literally-death

Rose girls in glass vases
          Perfect bodies, perfect faces
          They all belong in magazines
          
          Those girls the boys are chasing
          Winning all the games they're playing
          They're always in a different league
          
          Stretching toward the sky like I don't care
          Wishing you could see me standing there
          
          But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
          If I were a rose, maybe you'd want me
          If I could, I'd change overnight
          I'd turn into something you'd like
          
          But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
          If I were a rose, maybe you'd pick me
          But I know you don't have a clue
          This sunflower's waiting for you
          Waiting for you
          
          But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
          And if I were her, maybe you'd pick me
          But I know you don't have a clue
          This sunflower's waiting for you
          Waiting for you